Hi Shiny Friends, I have been stalking doctors and their assistants all morning. I still have not heard back about my CT scan or chemo schedule - if you can believe it. Either Ive lost some of my stalker touch (which disturbs me on many levels) or these doctors are highly resistant to my Christy charms. Puzzling. I was talking to my old boss & friend Steve Goldberg this morning. I told him I have about 5-6 lines and then usually I have a client on the phone by now. These doctors are tricky and I am having to come up with additional material to attract them to my needy liver. It is work, but clearly you have to take these things into your own hands. Hopefully today...Ill adjust my boobs high as they can go in my bra and phone again. I have also been working on my mantra. I have spent days, hours, and more hours on it and I feel I am getting there. I think I worried a number of you with my post yesterday. I have no doubt that I will find a mantra. It is just hard as I have usually used mantras or affirmations for mind over matter. Like in running, mind over body pain. Cancer is out of my control, no mantra will change that. A mantra can however right me when I feel overwhelmed. I want something to keep me in action, fighting, focused. Something that snaps me into place when my mind is wandering dark paths... I received many emails with kind suggestions. I think some of you were shy - in case they werent fit for public consumption. So sweet. Solange Lalonde sent me a few - one of which I liked.... A days not too much to get through. Dr. Jane Goodalls Mom I received some other advice from Eryn - to acknowledge that I will get through this day. Although, I have countless messages and texts from Eryn saying We got this. I think that is her real mantra and it helps me more than she knows. It is all about the we. Libby Sweeneys tear jerking post also seemed to point to something along the lines of fight for each and every day given. She is a gem. Frankly, I am not sure how good I am at this one day at a time business. Feels like eating one M&M and stopping. Not my forte. Perhaps it is something I should practise but, it doesnt really appeal to my nature. I want to look forward, work on what is next. We non-floaters like to be ahead. Not to be outdone, I have the suggestions from Heather MacLeod and Alan Berry to Hear Me Roar. Vij has heard me roar. A few times. Im not sure he would want that as my hourly mantra. So, I googled some cancer mantras. Why reinvent the wheel? According to the top ten sites that come up, I should be chanting by now. Wheatgrass is apparently not enough. The catch phrase on the number one site is Om Yum Namaha. I have no idea what language that is - Google Translator says it is Filipino. Sure, okay. Ive been there and that country is like 90% Roman Catholic, but there are bound to be chant composing Buddhists running about amuck. Check out the site for the chant. naranheal/content/mantras-cancer The only part I can follow is when he sings OMMMMMMmmmm. After that I am lost and cannot hear the Namahaaaa. I think, perhaps, it is because my immature mind keeps taking me to the Muppets. Mahna mahna (ba dee bedebe) Mahna mahna (ba debe dee). That chant I can do. Think it will make the cancer cells into liquid and making it ready for evaporation? (as per the site). And if you read down, as a bonus, cancer patients are supposed to chant the relationship mantras in the reverse order. Well, of course. Dont make it easy for us or anything. So what is that.... be de be dee ba na mah na mah? Who is Jim Hensons replacement? Someone call that person and get Sesame Street on this. It could help millions outside of the Philippines. Obviously, the cancer mantra sites have been entertaining, but not much help. The one mantra that keeps circling in my head is simple. Three words. Get Up Mommy! Get up and make some smoothie kits. Get up and move around. Get up and call the doctors once again. Get up and hydrate to fight the nausea. Get up and face the day. Get up and write. Get up and reach out to someone. Get up and get out of the house. Get up and play with me. Get up and love me even more. Get up Mommy! I think it could be perfect. Much love, xoxoxo Christy Alan Berry Heather MacLeod Solange Lalonde Eryn Corriveau Libby Sweeney Steve Goldberg
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 16:07:05 +0000
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